: ذاكرتي ضعيفة،ينزلق إصبعي الصغير أمام قلمي الرصاص عبر الصفحة يحذرني،يسقط على الحافة،منبئاً نهاية السطر قد اقتربت ،لكن في اتجاه آخر.
Who are you?Are you in touch with all of your darkest fantasies?Have you created a life for yourself where you can experience them?I have. I am fucking crazy.But I am free.
You haunt my days and dreams.
My parents were working class folks. My dad was a bartender for most of his life, my mom was a maid and a cashier and a stock clerk at WalMart. We were not people of financial means in terms of signif...
Children imitate their parents, employees their managers.
We live in a society where mutual respect and appreciation should be considered one of the pillars of modern life.
There's no beauty without difference and diversity. Love unconditionally.
An affected health has come in contact with worry
Stand out tall amidst challenges! Dwarf all irrelevant voices.
Manners and politeness will never become old-fashioned.
when parameters are not set for man, there is always an unknown abuse